in a hundred words.

If I was being honest, I’d say that I’m scared to trust in other people and myself.

If I was being honest, I’d tell you how frustrating it is when your “friends” go around judging you and believing their lies.

If I was being honest, I’d tell you how much I die a little bit inside each time I’m with him and I bite back the words I need to tell him because they may drive him away.

But if I was being honest, I’d have to blink back the tears that threaten to fall each night before I sleep.